[ Just... heaving an exasperated sigh. Because guilt, check, grander sense of purpose, check, unrestrained sense of responsibility, check. But now he's kind of cranky. Crankier. ]

Look. 'Bout a week ago? I got therapized by a guy full of more shit than I know what to do with. So yeah, go ahead and lay me out because I'm willing to do what it takes to stop a serial killer. That i've stopped more than a few times now. It's gotten old. I'm tired of hunting him down every other week for some murder he's trying to commit. First my niece, then actually killing me, then... I don't know, pull a name out of a hat.

And yeah, it hurts. I got over it the first time he shoved me off a roof and I had to rearrange my entire lower half.